"Marcus, we're late-how's the old man?" Jade White and her father, Brandon, hurried in, anxious expressions on their faces.
"They moved him to intensive care. No idea what's going on. If he wakes up... Marcus muttered, sounding frustrated and on edge.
"Well, looks like he's getting ready to draft his will." Brandon's tone was almost cheerful. "Right now, the Lynch Corporation shares and control are in Easton's hands. But let's be real-what matters most to you is the cash. If the old man gives all the shares to Easton, chances are he'll leave the entire inheritance to Tyrone. I heard him telling my dad as much."
Marcus's face drained of color as he stared at Brandon. "All of it? To Tyrone?"
"Yep. That day, my dad tried to talk the old man out of it-told him giving all the shares to Easton wasn't fair to Tyrone. So the old man said, 'Fine, I'll leave Tyrone all my other assets instead.' We're talking hundreds of millions in liquid funds. If he gets his hands on that, Tyrone could stage a comeback overnight. And don't forget the real estate, investment portfolios, antiques, jewelry-there's a fortune tied up in all that."
Brandon's words sent a chill down Marcus's spine.
If Tyrone ended up with everything, what was the point of their return? They weren't about to let their prize slip away when it was already within reach.
Marcus's thoughts took a dark turn. He didn't care about the consequences anymore. The old man had to go.
Outside Harboridge General Hospital.
In the back of a sleek black Mercedes, Tyrone answered his phone.
"Sir, just as you expected-Brandon's at the hospital with Marcus. Looks like they're about to stir things up and push Marcus to act against the old man."
Tyrone tapped his fingers lightly on his thigh, every detail unfolding as he'd anticipated.
Alicia sat quietly beside him, not daring to interrupt, simply offering her silent support.
"Proceed as planned," Tyrone said, his voice low and steady.
This was Marcus's own doing. The old man couldn't blame Tyrone for what was about to happen.
He came back of his own accord and now he was walking straight into a trap.
Tyrone had never been one to forgive and forget.
Years ago, when Marcus walked away from the Lynch family and signed the agreement never to return, Tyrone had let him go. He'd written him off as dead, as far as he was concerned.
But now, Marcus had chosen to come back.
A cold smile tugged at Tyrone's lips.
This was Marcus's choice-he had no one to blame but himself.
"At least the old man's alright," Alicia finally breathed, relief in her voice.
et
"He's not as close to the end as everyone believes," Tyrone replied quietly squeezing her hand. "I was the one who had the butler leak the story that he was on his deathbed..."
Alicia's eyes widened in surprise. She realized what he was planning.
"Alicia... I've never claimed to be a good person. Even if he's my grandfather-after what he did to our first child-I owe him this much." Tyrone gazed out the window, voice rough with emotion.
He never wanted things to come to this.
But at the end, he wanted the old man to see with his own eyesâhis only son, driven by greed, willing to end his own father's life.
He wanted the old man to know the pain, the utter helplessness, of being betrayed by the person closest to him.
He wanted that wound to be the last thing the old man remembered.
Tyrone's knuckles whitened as veins stood out on the back of his hand. Alicia could feel his agony.
He was holding himself together, barely.
She quietly wrapped both her hands around his, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Don't be afraid of me, Alicia..." Tyrone whispered, his voice almost breaking.
He didn't want her to think he was a monster. He didn't want her to see him as insane.
He'd already lost his mother, contemplated killing his father, and now he was orchestrating his grandfather's downfall.
Tyrone hated himself for it.
"Why would I ever be afraid of you?
Tyrone, I'm not some naive girl.
Maybe I can't help you much, but
what I can do is always stand with
you- matter what. Even if the whole world calls you cold and
heartless, I'll never stop protecting you." Content belongs to
Maybe loyalty was all she could offer Tyrone.
But she was determined to be right there, no matter how dark the road ahead
became.
Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent)
Chapter 334
HICH RADANT
The Dated Lith Mie
The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind
Chapter 347: Administering Drugs
Switched Marriage The Coddled Little Wife
Chapter 538: Unimaginable